Sexy Jokes Novels & Stories

“You’re like a sister to me. So, fuck it. Any other girl? Hell no.” I couldn’t help but laugh, the absurdity hitting me full force. “You know what? You’re hilarious, Nelly. I remember when you were still so dry, making those lame jokes about ‘six seven’ and cracking up when no one else found it funny. Good old days.” “Huh? My jokes were actually funny, girl.” She poked my side playfully, feigning offense. “Your humor—and everyone else’s—was definitely broken.” “Yeah, sure,” I dragged out, giggling. “Six-seven,” I teased again, mimicking her old deadpan delivery.

Snacks always fix everything for women, right? “Than,” Seth growls. “Don’t you dare. I swear, if you offer me Snickers during any part of this conversation, I’ll have your balls dried out for the next Christmas tree topper.” Instinctively, my hand covers my groin to protect the goods from the sexy goddess who’s unreasonably angry at me, which makes both Luciano and Luka burst out in laughter finally. Nice, looks like I’m good for something after all - I’m a good comedian.

Jason turned to him. "Sure, hit me." "Did you ever suckle your mother's breast milk?" He asked with all seriousness, Mason paled. "You must be shitting me, man, don't tell me you've also joined Sean to tease me. I know I have a bad sense of humor but you shouldn't rub it all over_" Jason interrupted him harshly. "Then you shouldn't crack dead jokes at all, you leave it to people who can. Why do you always try to outdo yourself?" He sighed in frustration.

Ademola attempted another joke but this one didn't sell. "Guy, that was fücking dry na." Kayode grimaced disapprovingly at Ademola who wouldn't stop laughing at his own dry joke. "Dude, stop laughing. The joke didn't make any sense fa." Ayomide chided and Ademola stopped laughing for once. Henry kissed his teeth and plopped back down to his bed, laying on it as he stared at the ceiling of their room.

"Did you bring the crack pipe?" "Left it at school." "That's too bad." "Yeah." "You know you should get it fixed." "The crack pipe?" "Yeah." "I'm embarrassed that I heard that." "It was a stretch, I'll admit." "Oh, Jay, there's this guy in my dorm that hangs out with the crew sometimes. Worst forced jokes ever. Ever.” "Let's go inside." "Yeah, OK." She talked as I held the door for her. "You've no idea how bad it is. He'd try to make a joke after a documentary on Human Trafficking or something. No sense of appropriateness." "You should tell him so."

I not only fucked Dexter’s ex, which he had a major crash out after I rubbed it in his face, but Jey and I had actually started dating weeks after that. “Hey, little one,” “Don’t ‘hey’ me, Antonio. I was walking past the pool with my friends, and guess what we saw?” “I don’t know. A fish in the pool?” I’m not even trying to be funny. This is the typical kind of joke my fourteen-year-old sister would be making if she weren’t already aggravated by whatever it is that’s got her riled up. “You think you’re funny?” She narrows her eyes at me as she folds her hands across her chest.

Let's listen to it. Jake started telling a string of progressively awful jokes. They were terrible. Puns and dad jokes that caused me to groan and roll my eyes. However, I still ended up laughing. Jake's excitement was contagious, similar to a harmless virus that transmitted happiness rather than illness. What is the reason for scientists not having faith in atoms? Jake inquired, his eyes sparkling. I nodded, preparing for the joke's finale. "Because they constitute everything!" Jake's delivery of the line was so joyful that I couldn't resist laughing.

Heavy with shit we weren’t saying. I cleared my throat. “Alright. That’s enough depressing hospital talk. You know what would really make my day better?” He glanced at me, brows raised. “A really dumb joke.” Andrew blinked. Then tilted his head a little, lips twitching like he was fighting a smile. “A dumb joke?” I nodded, lips curving around the cigarette still hanging from my mouth. “Come on. Hit me.” He gave me a look—half skeptical, half amused. “Fine. What do you call a sad strawberry?”

The room went dead quiet when I said I would take the prize, but that quiet did not last. A second later, laughter thundered through the air. Lily Smith was the loudest, doubling over with tears streaming from her eyes. "How else could she be the top seller?" she cackled. "A woman like her has to have skin as thick as a rhino." I ignored her snide comments and kept my cool. "Just to be clear," I said, "since the company so generously 'rewarded' me with bathroom duty, that's all I'll be doing for the next three days. Everything else is off my plate."

Leesa had to give the guy credit. He didn’t seem to let the catcalls and groans bother him. He either had the thickest skin in the world, or he thought the derision was in some twisted way an approval of his act. His jokes were new, but were equally as dumb as the last time. She wondered if he wrote the stuff himself or got it from some website—stupidjokes.com, maybe.